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Chef: Good news, kids!
Duncan: You got fired?!
My haircut is finally in fashion?
- Bunnies have risen up and overthrown the government?
- What? No! I made... Jiggle Giggle!
- (Gasp)
Jiiiggglllle Giiiggglllle!
(Laughing) Wooo-hoo!
Oh yeah!
- Does Owen even like Jiggle Giggle?
Hmmm...
Owen: (Giggling)
JIIIGGLE GIIIIGGLE!!!
(Eating sounds)
JIIIGGLE GIIIIGGLE!
(Eating sounds)
(Squirts)
JIIIGGLE GIIIIGGLE!!!
- Oh... that was... a little scary actually--
♪ Add a teaspoon of jiggle ♪
♪ And a whole cup of giggle ♪
♪ It's the sugary treat ♪
♪ That makes us dance and wiggle! ♪
YEAH!
- Jiggle Giggle tastes too... happy.
- What'd you say about Jiggle Giggle?
- Whoa. Easy. I said...
you can have mine.
- YES! I LOVE YOU, GWEN! - Ew.
- But it won't be ready 'til afternoon snack,
so let's all head over to the carpet for story time.
- WHAT? Afternoon snack!?
But that's not until... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi...
THIS AFTERNOON!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
- (reads) "And so, the third little guinea pig
built his house out of...?"
- Is it time for Jiggle Giggle yet?
- No Owen. It won't be for a while.
- Now, as I was saying, the third little guinea pig
built his house out of...?
- ♪ Add a teaspoon of jiggle ♪
♪ And a whole cup of giggle-- ♪
- OWEN! - Right! Sorry! My bad.
- Come on, guys. Who knows what the third little guinea pig
used to build his house? - Hmmm.
- Jiggle Giggle? - Oh yeah! That's it.
- The third little guinea pig built his house out of bricks!
- Probably bricks of Jiggle Giggle.
- NO! No more Jiggle Giggle talk!
1:45 will be here soon enough.
Now everyone ZIP IT,
so we can find out what happens
to these stinking guinea pigs!
(Angry groans)
(Whimpering, trembles)
(Clock ticks)
- Come-onnnn one forty-five!
I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
(Smashes)
There's gotta be a 1:45 button in here somewhere!
- Whoa, looks like Chef gets to buy anew clock! Lucky!
- Hey, maybe he can find one that makes timeouts go faster!
- Make time... go faster.
(Gasp) THAT'S IT!
(Phone rings)
- Hello? - Max!
It's your cousin, Owen!
Can I borrow your time machine?!
- Of course.
I'm express-shipping my prototype as we speak.
But I do have one serious warning--
(Doorbell rings)
- Oh! Time machine's here! gotta go!
Harold: Wow! According to the manual,
this thing flies, bends space-time,
and even has light up cup holders!
But we'll need to be super precise
inputting our coordinates.
- Harold, if video games have taught us anything,
it's that mashing buttons always gets you
where you need to go!
- NO! - STOP!
- YAY!
- This is fun!
(Electricity zaps) OW!
(Beeping)
(Electricity zaps)
- Oh no...
(Energy vibrates)
All: (SCREAMING)
- (Gasps) WE MADE IT!
I'M A COMIN', JIGGLE GIGGLE!
- Whoa, where are we?
- I think it's more, when are we?
- (Gasp) We're in pioneer times!
Well, that explains why we're out of gas.
- So we get to play with the dinosaurs!
YAYYYY!
- Uh, right Izzy.
B-but seriously guys, we have to keep a low profile.
Anything we disturb in the past
could have major consequences in our timeline continuum.
Owen: (Smashing) JIGGGGLE GIGGGGLE!
Nope, not herrre...
Hey, Cody! Good to see ya, pal!
So, Chef serve the Jiggle Giggle yet?
- (Bleats)
- Uh, Owen, does Cody not seem a little different to you?
- I guess his breath smells a little better than usual?
Duncan: Greetings, brother!
Name is Dunkediah.
And that's Judediah and Bridgette-diah.
What be your purpose here?
- Oh, we're just here for dessert.
- Well, then luck be your friend!
Today we're having apples!
- DON'T... mess with me, man.
We're here for the Jiggle Giggle!
- Jig-gle giggell?
Ne'er heard of it.
- Your button mashing sent us in to the distant past, Owen.
By my calculations,
Jiggle Giggle won't even be invented for 73 years.
- I see.
(Fainting moan)
Izzy: Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, up, up!
- Ugh, I just had the worst dream!
There was no Jiggle Giggle
and everything was old timey
and you were there and you were there and...
aw crud, it wasn't a dream.
- Sorry, Owen.
But at least Harold's out finding fuel to get us home.
- Okay. So in the meantime,
we just have to invent Jiggle Giggle!
- Right. Except we don't even know what's in it?
- Don't we?
(Rip sound) For emergencies,
I have the Jiggle Giggle ingredients
listed on my undies.
- (reads) "Glucose, fructose, sucrose,
maltose, gelatin, and red dye number 40."
- Wait. Red dye number 40?
That stuff's really dangerous.
- But it's so good!
- They use it to power rockets.
- Like I said, so good!
Wish me luck, fair Judediah.
My journey will be a long and grueling one.
If I fail to return...
don't let Izzy near my stuff.
NOW... to the general store!
(Bleats, crash)
- Welcome to ye olde general store!
- Wow! That was fast!
Next time, feel free to use our newest invention...
the door.
- Alright, then.
(Rip sound) I'll need glucose. - Yes.
- Fructose. - Good.
- Sucrose. - Uh huh.
- Maltose. - Right.
- Gelatin. - Yup.
- Aaaaand red dye number 40.
- Okay! We have none of that. And...
I'm pretty sure you're a witch.
- AHHHHH! - Demon, be gone!
- Thought you were a witch, huh?
- They thought I was one too!
No idea why.
(Video game sounds)
- She's a witch. - (Gasps)
- Yeah. It's a mystery.
Hey, let's see those ingredients again?
(Ripping sound)
This stuff's actually really common.
They probably just have different names for it
in the past.
- Ha! Why didn't you kids just tell me ya needed
'Melty Cow Bone Goo'
and 'Sweet Beet Squeezins' in the first place?
- So we've got everything we need?
- Not quite.
Red dye number 40 is gonna be impossible to find.
- Nearly impossible.
Turns out the time machine runs on this stuff!
- Well, that's convenient.
- Yeah! And I managed to extract just enough
from a local deposit to get us back to our own time.
- Also convenient.
- But there isn't any more for a thousand miles.
- (Sighs) Who's writing this stuff?
- It's actually a really funny story. See--
- WHOA! We don't have time for a flashback!
Wait, so you're telling me I have to choose
between getting home and getting Jiggle Giggle?
Hmm. That's a tricky one.
- Um... is it?
- It's our only way home, Owen!
Plus they use goats for everything here.
Goat tractors. Goat taxis. Even goat dentists!
And I am NOT getting flossed by a goat.
I mean... not again.
(Sighs) I guess you're right.
Psych! Jiggle Giggle for liiiife!
- We gotta catch him! - No chance.
He's powered by Jiggle Giggle fever now.
♪ Add a teaspoon of jiggle ♪
♪ And a whole jar of giggle ♪ (Laughs)
- Quick, we need to make a substitute dessert
and give it to Owen before he uses all the fuel!
- On it! It's got corn pone,
molasses, hard tack,
an o'course... leeches for a little zing.
- Well, it's definitely no Jiggle Giggle.
- Blah. Yeah.
It's more like Sloppy Ploppy.
- HEY! That Sloppy Ploppy is for Owen!
Go on now! GIT!
(Hard slap) - (Bleats)
- (Gasps) You just disrespected our Mayor!
- Your mayor is a goat?
Um, shouldn't that be a dinosaur's job?
- (Sighs) Fine. So what's our punishment?
Catapult. Great.
- Please stand for the Honorable Judge.
♪ Ta ta ♪
- WHAT? You guys have the same stinking goat
as your Mayor and your Judge?
(Angry groans)
- (Bleats) - Huh?
(Bleating)
- Oh no! I can't let my friends get catapulted!
Oh, but I'll never get them in time.
Wait, I got time!
- The Judge says since you truly meant no harm
and clearly were unfamiliar with our ways
he has reached his verdict.
- GUUIIILLTTYYY!!!
All: WHAT? NO WAIT!
AHHHHHHHHH!
- Anybody wanna go back... to the present?
- Yes, please! - Yeahhhhhh!
(Energy vibrates) (Whoosh)
- It's time for your favorite dessert, everyone.
(Flash) WHAT'N TARNATION?
- We did it, you guys!
We're just in time for snack!
- Wait! Where'd you kids come from?
- Whoa whoa whoa.
That doesn't look like Jiggle Giggle!
- Huh, never heard of it.
This is everyone's favorite dessert...
Sloppy Ploppy!
- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
- That's a shame.
But I guess we got off pretty lucky
if dessert is the only thing we messed up
on our time travels.
Chef: Okay! Who's ready to go outside for recess?
All: YAY!
(Loud crash)
(Tires screech) (Goats bleat)
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